Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.